Until you were gone

HAHAAHAH AT THE FAMILY PORTRAIT IN THE BACKGROUND.

FML. I look so much older than my brother - people always think he's younger than me.

I love home. I love my family. My mum is love.

A year ago I was at an entirely different place. Sadly torn and wistfully idealistic about things I thought were familiar, but were in actuality, foreign to me. I don't assert that I'm wiser or any less ignorant, but just that I get it now. I get that there will always be something happening - the things people do, the stuff people say. I get disappointment, frustration and anger comes along with the package. How much you care is reflected in how emotional you are as a result.

Anyway, I'm done with all of that. There's just no time to sit and wait for the people to come around. GOTTA MOVE ALONG, right?

Something about me: I'm obsessed with writing letters to my future self (www.futureme.org). Highly recommended. I am constantly writing these letters because my life is pretty freaking dramatic. I'm forever changing how I feel and the things I do. It makes sense then, that I want to document these turning points...so at least someone is keeping track of myself for me...and err, that person is also me.

My point is - it's amazing when you get something from the past and you can't remember ever feeling that way. Big revelations. It shows progress and change.

P.S. The best part of my early mornings is watching people propel their bodies against closing train doors. Occasionally, a limb gets stuck. I'm going to miss seeing that when I'm away.

Bye now everyone!!!!!! Will update whilst I'm gone.